Prime Manor

Breakfast had just ended.

The rain had cleared overnight, leaving the garden washed clean and bright. Isabelle sat at the long table with Aimee beside her, their sleeves rolled up, watercolor brushes in hand. A row of paper animals which were half-finished and full of color stretched between them.

Riven sat across the room, his reading glasses low on his nose, scanning through a set of reports on his tablet. The atmosphere was quiet, almost cozy, save for the occasional ...